High Martial Arts: Enlightenment after Practices

The Werewolf squad was thrown into chaos. They howled and scattered for cover, but Zhou Ming’s sniping was like the Grim Reaper calling names. With every shot, a Werewolf fell.

Xu Wuyi also made his move.

He burst out from the bushes, his longspear striking like a dragon as he charged the nearest War General.

The War General had just dodged one of Zhou Ming’s shots and hadn’t yet regained its balance when it saw the dark-gold glint of a spear enlarging before its eyes.

It roared and swung its claws to block, but Xu Wuyi’s spear was too fast, too cunning.

With a flick of the spear’s tip, he bypassed the sharp claws and pierced its throat.

The Undying Flame erupted in an instant, stifling the War General’s shriek in its throat.

The other three War Generals reacted, lunging madly at Xu Wuyi.

Xu Wuyi didn’t dodge or evade. He activated Melting Furnace Boiling Blood once more, and his Qi and Blood erupted like a volcano. He swept his longspear, the dark-gold flames carving a fan-shaped arc through the air.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Three explosive reports rang out almost simultaneously.

All three War Generals were thrown back. The arm of one was touched by the flames, and it let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Xu Wuyi also grunted, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He was already injured from his direct confrontation with Milo’s Celestial Wolf Illusion. Clashing head-on with three War Generals now, even he couldn’t help but aggravate his wounds.

Besides, these were the fastest War Generals, second only to Milo. Their strength was naturally impressive, far beyond what an ordinary Martial Artist could handle.

But he did not retreat.

He thrust his spear again, its afterimages falling like rain, completely entangling the three War Generals.

Zhou Ming’s sniping remained precise. Every shot forced the Werewolf Warriors to keep their heads down, or it created a slight opportunity for Xu Wuyi.

Two minutes.

Xu Wuyi had sustained three more wounds, but he had also killed one War General and severely injured another.

Fear finally appeared in the eyes of the two remaining War Generals. ’This human is too strong, unreasonably strong.’

Just then, the roar of an aircraft’s engine echoed from the distance.

The evac had arrived.

Xu Wuyi forced back the two War Generals with a single spear thrust, then turned and ran.

Zhou Ming’s sniper rifle fired continuously, suppressing all the Werewolves that tried to give chase.

The two of them sprinted along the mountain ridge, the enraged howls of Werewolves echoing behind them.

Three hundred meters away, a Shadow-III special infiltration craft hovered at low altitude, its hatch open and ropes dangling down.

Shi Gang stood at the hatch and roared, ”Hurry!”

Xu Wuyi and Zhou Ming grabbed the ropes one after the other and were quickly pulled into the cabin.

The instant the hatch closed, several Werewolf claws slammed against the hull, leaving deep scratches.

The aircraft’s engines went to full power. It climbed rapidly and soon vanished into the dark-purple sky.

Inside the cabin, everyone collapsed into their seats, gasping for breath.

Iron Sword looked at Xu Wuyi and Zhou Ming and said in a low voice, ”Thanks.”

Xu Wuyi shook his head, took out a first-aid kit, and began treating his wounds.

Liu Yue came over and helped him bandage a claw wound on his left arm that was deep enough to expose bone. ”You’re seriously injured.”

”It’s nothing serious.” Xu Wuyi shook his head and looked at the others in the cabin.

Of the six members of the decoy squad, besides the one who was sacrificed, the remaining five were all injured. ”Black Fox” and ”Wildcat” were the most severely wounded and had already slipped into a semi-conscious state.

On his own team, Shi Gang’s shield was nearly destroyed and his right arm was dislocated; the wound on Liu Yue’s waist wasn’t deep, but she had lost a lot of blood; Zhou Ming’s face was still pale from excessive Spiritual Power consumption; Lin Zhaowen had no external injuries, but the hand holding his datapad was trembling slightly.

Only Xu Wuyi, despite having the most wounds, was already benefiting from the powerful Recovery Power of his Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace. As his Qi and Blood circulated, his injuries were slowly healing.

”We need to get immediate treatment once we’re back at the base,” Iron Sword said, leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed. ”The mission... is complete.”

After saying this, it was as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Three straight days of hiding, luring, and fleeing, on top of the life-or-death battle just now, had pushed everyone’s spirit and stamina to their limits.

Xu Wuyi also closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

The aircraft flew silently at low altitude, speeding toward the frontline base.

...

「Outpost Seven, Medical Center.」

Xu Wuyi lay in a medical pod as a pale green restorative fluid submerged his body, nourishing his damaged tissues.

A screen on the pod’s wall displayed his vitals: heart rate stable, Qi and Blood fluctuations stabilizing, wound healing progress at 87%.

The treatment had already lasted for six hours.

The pod door slowly opened, and the restorative fluid drained away.

Xu Wuyi sat up and moved his arm. The claw wound on his left arm had already healed, leaving only a faint red scar that would disappear completely in a few more days.

His other wounds were also mostly healed.

The Recovery Power from his Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace reaching Minor Achievement, combined with the base’s top-tier medical pod, had allowed him to regain his combat effectiveness in such a short time.

After changing into a clean set of combat fatigues, Xu Wuyi walked out of the medical room.

In the hallway, Shi Gang was leaning against a wall. His right arm was in a supportive brace, but his complexion looked much better.

Seeing Xu Wuyi emerge, he grinned. ”You recovered pretty fast.”

”You too.”

”Mine was a physical injury; just needed the bones set right,” Shi Gang said, shaking his arm. ”The doctor said I can take this brace off in another two days.”

Liu Yue walked out of another medical room. She had changed into a black training uniform, and there was no sign of the wound on her waist.

”Where are Zhou Ming and Lin Zhaowen?” Xu Wuyi asked.

”Zhou Ming is in the spiritual recovery room, and Lin Zhaowen went to report the mission details,” Liu Yue said. ”Captain Iron Sword and his team are also receiving treatment. The two who were seriously injured will need more time.”

As she spoke, Lin Zhaowen walked over from the end of the hallway, a document in his hand.

”Perfect timing, you’re all recovered,” he said, pushing up his glasses. ”Major Luo Cheng wants to see us in the command center.”

Command Center Hall.

Major Luo Cheng was standing before a holographic star chart. He turned around when he heard footsteps. His gaze swept over Xu Wuyi and the other three, and he nodded. ”You all look well. It seems the medical center hasn’t been slacking.”

Shi Gang chuckled. ”Major, the mission’s complete. What about the rewards?”

”What’s the rush?” Luo Cheng shot him a glare, but his eyes held a hint of a smile.

He walked over to a console and pulled up an encrypted file. ”The mission assessment is complete. Killed the Werewolf Race’s Divine Son, Milo, destroyed a number of the War Generals and warriors under his command, and successfully evacuated and preserved the main force of the decoy squad—overall evaluation: S-class.”

”S-class...” Shi Gang sucked in a breath. ”You don’t see those often.”

”Indeed, you don’t,” Luo Cheng said, looking at Xu Wuyi. ”Especially since the key merit for killing Milo has been confirmed to belong to Xu Wuyi. The Federation Military Merit Assessment Committee has already approved it. Xu Wuyi is awarded one First-Class Merit and five thousand merit points.”

Five thousand points.

Even the ever-calm Liu Yue had a flash of surprise in her eyes.

In the Federation’s military merit system, the points awarded for kills were fixed.

A First-Class Merit had a base reward of one thousand points. Only with added bonuses for extra contributions could it reach an astronomical figure like five thousand.